“Are you speaking from experience?” her friend asked, thoroughly surprised.“I guess I am, although...”“What?”“Never mind.”“You’re ...till a virgin?”“Hopefully not much longer.”“You’ve got a guy?”“Not exactly.”“What do you mean?”“It’s complicated, and I’m certain if I tried to explain it, you wouldn’t understand. All’s I can say is I trust him with my body.”“You love him?”“It’s early on, but maybe. How about we catch some waves.”“It’s why we’re here,” her friend laughed.Others left the sanctuary. His drawer slammed shut with a clap.Sighing, John refilled his canteen and took a drink. He’d just wasted several hours playing a board game more complicated than astrophysics. And had nothing to show for it either! It was almost full dark now, and though he could See well enough to climb, his mind was exhausted from the game.He decided to lay down for a nap.Something was tickling his ear. He brushed it away, but it came back. Angrily, and groggily he slapped at it and found his middle finger. "Silence, Remeka," said Jamal angrily."I like her, Jamal," said Toufassa. "Remember it's my birthday honey?" Are you sure, dear?" said Jamal, shaking his head as he looked atToufassa."Come on honey, let's have some fun," said Toufassa, as she got up andlifted his skirt, exposing his hard on."Like that birthday girl," said Jamal smiling."How about a little oreo sandwich while the Viagra is still kicking in,honey," whispered Toufassa into Jamal's ear, as she walked past himtoward the double doors. When you get older you soon realize it’s not brain surgery to cut a male loose from the herd, even if he’s married or “going steady”. In my experience hunting men is pretty much like shooting ducks in a barrel. Whatever! I didn’t like any of these senior girls. I didn’t even like the fucking party. It wasn't my scene; they knew it and I knew it too. I was invading their boy cliques and they could sense the threat. I was a hot, sexy, fertile interloper and I sent a chill up their spine. Well I.